Ahh, summer! With little on the schedule besides get togethers with friends, summer break has been fantastic so far. I am tremendously grateful & lucky for life right now. Finally, I get to post this picture— a picture I wanted to post during spring semester when I was drowning in work and studies. It illustrates a much needed break…that I was finally able to take! =)
How I feel after completing this week & all the work that went with it.
This picture is pretty much how I feel this week: introspective and somewhat disappointed in myself, while still trying to look like I have everything together on the outside. I know this will be over soon but under this much stress and exhaustion, it is difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel and think rationally. At these vulnerable moments, emotions sometimes get the best of me.
Walker Evans, Untitled (Rural Church, Beaufort, South Carolina), 1936
From the Metropolian Museum:
“Out-of-the-way churches … comprise the most unnoticeable ecclesiastical architecture in the U.S. But they are unnoticeable with a vengeance: even the unbeliever must feel their force. These buildings are primitive, if the term may be used without its shade of condescension … country churches of fading, weatherworn wood, with touches of old color on the trim. In these, the rewarding features are belfry and tower, sporting all variety of shingle play and dancing line. Amplified by understatement, consecration speaks tenfold over such labored glorifications as Saint Patrick’s Fifth Avenue or the Cathedral of St. John the Divine.”
-Walker Evans, “Primitive Churches,” Architectural Forum (December 1961)
Reblogged in honor of the sabbath, history, and the human spirit. I don’t attend church regularly anymore but, I still cannot deny the presence and feeling that rural churches impose on me. There is something deeply spiritual and complex about pictures like this one…it represents the history of our culture and in some ways, my own history and past ties to the church— the people I met there, the things I learned, and a time when I depended heavily on faith in God. At that time in my life, I lacked purpose without it. Today, this picture and the history of faith it represents still resonates with me but, it manifests itself in different ways. The journey of life is a beautiful, continuously unfolding story. The intricate learning experiences and intersections with each others’ journeys is magnificent and incredible— for some, demanding the belief in a higher power and for others, compelling them to believe in the resilience of the human spirit. For me, a mixture of both seems to be at play. Either way, I am thankful for the journey and the opportunity to learn about and from those that cross my path. In fact, the immense feeling of gratitude for this life is often times overwhelming. I don’t like to use the word blessed too much but I must say, I am truly blessed.
Little kitty. Big world.
Recently I’ve felt pared down to size. I’ve learned so much ..but there is still so much to learn. I am constantly growing and building on my concept of the world. I love it and will always approach life with curiosity. At the same time, I am ready to contribute. I am anxious to get in the classroom and share this curiosity with students while guiding them like my teachers have guided me.
eee! Learning is so exciting! ..as is learning about learning— fascinating!